Stumbo: Hoag, are you pushing him up or feeling him up?
Hoag: I've got a dead kraut dick in my face and you're complainin'? Come on Stumbo!
Lt. Loomis: Sorry about what?
Brice: Uh... she was... asking about Winters.
Lt. Loomis: What'd you tell her?
Brice: The story.
Brice: Try not to fraternize with the men. They can be a little... strange.
Claire: Strange, as in superstitious?
Brice: As in "strange."
Lt. Loomis: Maybe we're spending more time watching that broad than watching our backs.
Brice: [snaps] You're not skipper of this ship.
Odell: [snaps back] And neither are you, sir.
Brice: Now I realize why he didn't kill me too. He didn't have to.
Brice: [hands coordinates to Loomis]
Lt. Loomis: This is almost a day behind us, sir.
Lt. Loomis: Well who are they? Americans, Brits, Italians? It doesn't even say.
Brice: Well I think we can assume they're friendly, Mr. Loomis. Besides, it doesn't appear to be a suggestion, does it.
Claire: You say whatever you have to say, Ensign. I'll always believe you were brought back here for a reason.